"We're always th'family. That's what th'watches had engraved on 'em. We may not be in charge, but we are family."

He heaved a tired sigh and slumped back into his chair, taking his new drink with him for another sip. He stared off at no particular spot on the wall in front of him.

"And I've done nothin' but fail mine since I got here."

He lost Giotto. He lost Lampo. He had gone against what he knew Giotto would have wished and attacked Spade. And he broke off all ties with the Tenth generation, and while he knew that could be fixed he couldn't simply forgive what they had done. In his mind they had killed not only Giotto's Vongola, but they killed Giotto's will... in essence Giotto's very soul... and the soul of his family.

"What do you think happens to us when the rings break? Y'think we just die? Or do y'think it hurts? Did Giotto and Lampo just go back so that they could spend the rest of th'rings existence in agony?"

He tipped back the rest of his drink, things were now getting very hazy and it felt good... to just feel his mind numbing and slowing down. It was getting difficult to think straight a welcome break.